All the clothing in the room is for your use and should fit. If it doesn't then you will get to practice your sewing lessons. As ...or your duties. For now you will serve as the down-stairs maid. Later you will become the upstairs maid. When you're ready, you'll be assigned as my lady's maid. Sometime after that you may be taken as Mistress's lady's maid. Now for uniforms. In the mornings, you'll wear light gray. I knew if I did I would get fired and lose all of my teaching credentials. But it was a great fantasy. That weekend as I graded papers I found a note scribbled on one paper it said white fag needed 8uc. What the hell was this. The next Tuesday we started class and I passed out all the papers at the end of class I thought everyone had left and was leaned over my desk getting the papers when I felt someone behind me. I felt a hard cock press against my ass. I turned and there was Rommy. He. I listened since it was about my only useful sense, and the house I was in sounded empty, hollow somehow. I struggled to my feet after series of painful falls and hopped from wall to wall trying to measure my prison. Then I spent some time and sacrificed some skin trying to rub the blindfold from my eyes. When I got one eye free, I could see that was indeed in a dirt-floored, stone-walled cellar with an outside entrance and a single, high, barred but glassless window too small for anything. She was still holding the soap, I then said “ok Vasanthy, this is you turn to put the soap on me please”, I turned my head around and looked at her, she also turned her head around and first time show me naked but only the back, she quickly turned her head back with a smile. I said “come on Vasanthy, if you don’t turn around and put soap on me, I am going to come in front of you, shall I?” She quickly said “no, no I put the soap on you” which showed me that she still had hope of escaping.